Indiana University School of Dentistry - Prognosis Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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lsi is g -THE sux'-r'z.z,tN--uir5J,te,N'r' ,gg 'Tis the end of a gruesome year, And means that at lust you are Seniors. As Seniors, we are made of the stuff That can withstand all kinds of weather, Our patients are sure of good workg Our college is sure of their profit. For we have paid in full The last great lump of tuition. Now 'tis a snap, it is soft, For to get by is the aim of the worthy. We are reverenced and honored by all. Oh, Gee! 'Tis iine as a Senior. Our tasks are as light as a stone Compared to what we feel like doing. 'Tis nothing but much over work, No one would think we were lazy. A Chemical Rhapsody Oh, come where the cyanides silently How, Where the carbonates droop o'er the oxides below, Where the rays of Potassium lay white on the hill And the song of the silicates never is still. Come! Oh, come, tum-titti-tum, Peroxide of soda and magnesium. While alcohol's a liquid at thirty degrees, And no chemical can act manganese, While alkalis flourish and acids are free, My heart shall be content, sweet science to thee, Yes, to thee, tiddle-de-dee, Sulphate of iron and HO plus C. Eow. C. KOHLMANN, 16. We are the great source at stake, Yea, men from all parts of the nation Call now upon us to display. As to them it seems a great pleasure- And lure us to buy of their goods At prices exorbitant and painful. Time has been pictured as Beet, ' But to us a snail moves much faster. At last through the channels, my boys, Through the channels of great privation, We have finished. Hurrah! I'm good cheer. We love thee, honor, and are thankful To those who have given us help, and taken our money. You have taught us much in the end. And now is our chance at the dollar. Willie from his mother's mirror Ate the mercury all off, Thinking in his childish error It would cure the whooping cough. At his funeral, Willie's mother Dryly said to Mrs. Brown, 'Twas a chilly day for William When the mercury went down. Little Willie's friends are weeping, For his face they see no more. What he thought was H20 Was HZSO4 Vrcrox Joann ALBERT J. WARBER

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